Here is another one of my favorite Indian drawings. When I am having trouble with my paintings, I try to switch over to drawing. It is usually a little less stressful and calms me. Drawing is my first love!
I also go to my computer and google for answers to some of my painting problems I may be experiencing. Today I found a funny story. I have edited it only to shorten it a tiny bit.
Fun with kids
Dear Artist,
Yesterday I went to a local elementary school--grades one to seven.
Before the fun began I set up in the library, and two classes at a time came in to watch me paint and hear what I had to say. The school was in a new suburban neighborhood. I told the kids that in situations like this I try to visualize nice places I'd been (he brought no reference materials!). I told them I sometimes started with the foreground and worked toward the back. Some kids were raring to ask questions. Sometimes five hands were in the air at the same time. I had to keep my answers terse.
"What is that you are painting?" (A mountain and a lake.) "Are those supposed to be clouds?" (No, it's the snow on the mountains.) "You put in the snow before the mountains?" (Sometimes.) "Why are you using that colour?" (It seems right.) "Do you paint other things besides this one?" (Yes.) "Can you paint people?" (I try.) "Were you always a good drawer?" (Yes, pretty good.) By now I was painting with my other mind. One class left and another arrived.
Students from Grade Six. These kids were primed to ask penetrating questions.
"Have you always done this?" (Yes.) "How long have you been painting?" (All my life.) "How old are you now?" (71.) "Do you think you have more time left?" (Yes.) "Are there some paintings you will never be able to sell?" (Yes.) "Which ones?" (The personal, family ones, and the bad ones.)
Some kids were interested in the concept of failing. "Have you made many bad paintings?" (Yes.) "How many?" (Thousands.) "What do you do with them?" (Most I throw out; some I hope to fix one day.) "Could you give me one of them?" (I'll consider it.) "Why do you bother with the bad ones when you already know how to paint?" (I don't know.) "Is this one of them?" (Could be.)
One class seemed remarkably concerned with economics.
"How much did you get for the first one you sold?" ($15.) "How much do you get for them now?" ($2000 to $50,000.) "What's the most you ever got for one?" ($100,000.) "How much do you make, anyway?" (Quite a bit.) "Are you rich?" (Fairly.) "How many cars do you have?" (17.) "Do you have a Lamborghini?" (No.) At this point a teacher interjected that they should stick to questions about art. And so it went. Eventually the final buzzer sounded. I was exhausted. I went home. I had to have a drink.
Best regards,
Robert
PS: "Every child comes with the message that God is not yet tired of the man." (Rabindranath Tagore)
I hope you enjoyed the story and my drawing.
Blessings,
Sandra Reeves Cutrer
sandrasart777@aol.com
Sandra's Art Avenue
